What am I doing? Vin wondered to himself as he rode up in the elevator with a gorgeous, hunky blond guy he'd met only two hours before at a party he shouldn't even have been at.A friend of a friend needed a favor. A date. No big deal. All he had to do was escort Stacie to a party, hang out for a bit, then he was off the hook, Carl had said. His "date" had even assured him she'd find her own way home.
So, Vin had agreed. What was the big deal? He'd down a beer, have a few chips, maybe make some small talk if he was unlucky enough to get roped into a conversation, then it was adios. Or, at least, that's what Vin had thought.
What he hadn't thought was that maybe there would be someone at the party worth talking to. Maybe not every guy there would be straight.
"So, you here with Stacie?" Kevin had asked as a casual opener.
"Not really. I mean, yeah, but we're kind of doing our own thing," Vin had said awkwardly, then took a pull at his beer to stop himself from mumbling anything else stupid.
Kevin had nodded his beautiful blond head, causing a few tendrils of his slicked back hair to fall into his light eyes. Chris's hair did that, too, Vin had thought to himself. It had even happened that morning: he'd brushed the strands back with his hand, but the undisciplined hair had fallen right back in his face. Vin smiled at the memory.
"Yeah, that's usually how it goes," Kevin replied.
"You, ah, a friend of Stacie's?" Vin managed to ask, then took another drink of his beer.
Kevin shook his head, causing that luscious blond hair of his to move again. "We just tend to end up at the same parties."
How it had gone from that to Kevin asking him back to his place Vin would never know, but here he was, walking down the hall to the man's apartment.
Vin had no beer to drink from now, so he merely swallowed and tried to hide his nervousness.
Inside, the apartment was much nicer, much cleaner than his own. But, then, whose wasn't? Vin asked himself. Still, it was nothing spectacular. Pretty standard: couch, coffee table, TV, workout bench by the window, a little kitchen with a bar and two stools. And a door, which Vin assumed led to the bedroom. He swallowed uncomfortably again.
How have I gotten myself up here? Vin asked himself. What the hell am I doing?
He looked over at Kevin again who was smiling at him. That's how. That white smile. That golden tan. The blond hair and green eyes. There was just something about him....
"So, you want a beer?" Kevin finally offered and Vin gratefully accepted.
Vin watched as his new friend made his way into the kitchen, and he nearly drooled when Kevin bent over in front of the open refrigerator to reach down to the bottom shelf for the beer. That man's ass is as tight as.... But Vin stopped himself before he could complete the thought — he didn't need to go there. Nope. Not happening. No use lusting after straight guys, Vin reminded himself.
As Kevin returned to the living room, Vin didn't have much trouble pushing that other face from his mind, at least for the moment.
He held out the beer, but when Vin reached for it, Kevin didn't let go. A moment later, Vin felt the cool, glass bottle against his cheek as Kevin used his other hand to undo the buttons on Vin's shirt. Then, when the material hung loose over his shoulders, Kevin moved the beer bottle down over the pale skin of Vin's chest.
It was cold, unexpected, refreshing in a way, and at the same time exciting. Vin's heart pounded in his ears and the noise of it was almost deafening.
A moment later, he felt Kevin's hand on his waistband, fiddling with the button, though the heavy denim made the task much more difficult. Vin moved his own hands there to do the job for him. Kevin smiled as he leaned down slightly to finally kiss Vin. The man's tongue felt cool inside Vin's warm mouth as it danced around. Vin melted against the man as he felt a strong hand slip beneath the waistband of his jeans, pushing the loosened material away from his hips.
Next, he felt that same hand on his cock, kneading the throbbing flesh.
Oh, God. Vin's mind raced. They were really going to do this!
But then Kevin broke the kiss and Vin panted desperately for air, trying to clear his head. But Kevin didn't give him any time to think, let alone reconsider what they were about to do.
After finally giving Vin his beer, Kevin took his hand and led him to the closed door. Once opened, it revealed what Vin had expected: a rather ordinary-looking bedroom. Kevin released his hand and Vin walked further into the room. The only really remarkable thing about the room was the throw covering the bed. It was a leopard print and, when Vin ran his hand over it, it felt soft, though not like real fur.
He set his beer on the nightstand, then sat down on the edge of the bed and began removing his boots. Kevin moved to stand in front of the closet as he slipped out of his tan deck-shoes, then pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it inside, through the partially open closet door.
Oh, man, was he built! Vin thought. Well-muscled, like an athlete; he'd probably played football in college. Vin knew his own body couldn't compare — he'd always been on the thin side — even though he spent several nights a week at the gym.
Slightly embarrassed now, Vin turned away to complete the chore of undressing. First he discarded his shirt, but when he stood to slip off his jeans, he felt Kevin press his body against his back. The man's cool breath right next to his ear.
"You ready to have some fun?" he asked, and Vin nodded.
He then felt Kevin's strong hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding down his arms until he reached his wrists. Then, Vin let out a gasp as his hands were pulled roughly behind his back. Kevin shoved him down onto the bed, and then pressed a knee into his back to hold him in place.
Both actions caught Vin completely off guard. He struggled, but the man out-weighed him by a good forty pounds of raw muscle and in his current position, with his pants only halfway down his legs, he had absolutely no leverage. Vin then felt metal against his wrists and at the same time he heard a familiar sound: handcuffs being locked into place.
"What the hell are ya doin'?" he yelled.
Kevin bent low next to his ear again and whispered, "I think I'm asking the questions here, mister."
"What the hell are ya talkin' about? Let me up!" Vin insisted.
"Resisting arrest, that's gonna cost you," Kevin assured him and Vin's mind raced. Was this guy really a cop? He hadn't said. Had Vin just gotten busted by Vice? But he hadn't propositioned the guy! And what he thought they were about to do Vin knew wasn't illegal in Colorado. What was going on?!
But then he knew, as soon as Kevin asked: "So, how bad of a boy have you been?"
It was a damn game! This guy was getting off playing cops-and-robbers. "Kevin, let me up!" Vin insisted. "Dammit, Kevin!" He frantically tried to twist out from under the man's still-present, immobilizing knee, but it did him no good.
"Now, now, lover. If you struggle, it'll only make things harder," he laughed at this own doltish pun.
"Kevin. I don't like this game. Uncuff me. Now!"
"I'm giving the orders here," he reminded Vin. "You're in no position to demand anything."
"I'm gonna start yellin' if ya don't let me up!" Vin insisted.
"Okay," Kevin finally said, and Vin felt the knee leave his back. He sighed in relief, but before he could get to his feet, he felt Kevin's fingers in his hair, grabbing a handful of it, then pulling it back, lifting his head up. It hurt, but when Vin opened his mouth to curse the man once again, a ball was forced into his mouth and straps were secured behind his head.
He tried to holler, but he couldn't. He was breathing heavily now through his only clear passageway — his nose — and the effort was making his head swim. This was all some damn misunderstanding and Kevin wasn't letting him clear it up!
Vin shook his head, trying to communicate that this wasn't what he'd meant. That this wasn't what he wanted. He twisted his body, desperately trying to get off the bed, but his pants still trapped his legs long enough for Kevin to straddle his back.
"Go on, then. Yell. Yell all you want," Kevin said with a laugh and Vin realized he was facing the opposite direction. He kicked up at the man's face with both his feet, but Kevin only caught him around his ankles, holding them in a crushing grip. He then felt the man working his underwear from his hips, down his legs until they met his pants. Finally, both garments were stripped from him. With both legs free, Vin struggled again, kicking at Kevin, twisting beneath him. But he was only making himself tired.
"Stacie always brings the best guys with her," Vin heard Kevin say.
Stacie? But he'd only just met Stacie. She was Carl's friend. And then it dawned on him. Carl. Tie-me-up-and-slap-me Carl.
Oh my god!!
Vin struggled even harder then, but all it got him was a sharp whack across his exposed butt. A moment later, he felt Kevin's weight shift onto his legs, pinning them beneath him, against the mattress. Strong hands moved to one of his feet, and then he heard a metallic noise and a moment later he felt something tighten around his ankle. Some sort of restraint. Vin wiggled his foot, which caused the metal of a chain to jump and clatter — he only had a few inches of free movement.
Vin then felt Kevin's hand on his other leg and he immediately kicked at the man, struggling to prevent him from securing the other restraint, but Vin was practically helpless already and Kevin easily overpowered him long enough to secure his other ankle. Then the weight was lifted from him. Kevin was beside him on the bed, his hands under Vin's arms, shifting him to a more centered position on the bed. Never once did he look at Vin's face.
Vin began to shake, almost uncontrollably, as tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't want it to be like this. He didn't want to do it this way! Let me go! Please let me go, he pleaded, though the words were unintelligible through the gag. He had to fight for breath through his tears, which only increased his level of panic.
"Relax, Vin," he heard Kevin's now-soft voice behind him. "Don't worry. I'm gonna make it hurt real good!"
Oh, God! No!!
Vin then felt another stinging blow to his ass, then another. "Does this hurt?" Kevin asked and Vin quickly nodded his head, because it did. Kevin slapped him again. "Does it?" Vin kept nodding and Kevin kept spanking him until his flesh stung even between blows.
Then suddenly the slapping stopped. Vin felt the man's weight shift on the bed and he turned his head. He saw Kevin reaching for the bottle of beer Vin had left on the nightstand. He took a long, slow swallow.
"You want some?" he asked, finally noticing Vin watching him. Vin nodded — yeah, take the damn, fucking gag off and give me a drink! But Kevin just smiled and laughed.
He repositioned himself between Vin's outstretched legs again and Vin felt the cold, wet beer bottle on his butt, being slowly drawn over the tender skin. The glass was so soothing after Kevin's harsh blows. This he could handle. If this was all Kevin had in mind — a little slap and tickle — then Vin might be okay. He could make it through this. He could. He had to.
Oh, god!
He then felt the bottle slip down, between his thighs, the chill causing the skin of his balls to suddenly contract. It was too cold, painfully so against his sensitive skin — he didn't like it, but he had no way of telling Kevin this. He tried to yell the word no, but it didn't sound that way through the gag — is sounded more like a moan and Kevin asked, "Oh, you like that, huh?" Then Vin felt the cold glass being pressed between his legs again. He squirmed but it didn't do him any good.
"God dammit! Let me go, you fucking asshole," he screamed, but again Kevin took the inarticulate noise for groans of pleasure.
"You're a feisty one," Kevin said, then slapped his ass again.
Despite the frantic pounding of his heart and the desperation that tore at his mind and body, Vin finally just stopped struggling, stopped yelling. Unnoticed by Kevin, tears streamed from Vin's eyes — mostly from frustration, but they were tinged with fear as well. He didn't believe Kevin was in this to hurt him, it was just a sex game, but if the man did go too far, Vin had no way to warn him off.
And, God, he hated being helpless like this!
Soon he felt Kevin's strong hands move between his cheeks, fingering his puckered entryway. Vin knew what was coming next. He tried to control his breathing, to keep some semblance of control over the rising torrents of fear.
It was just sex, that's all. Kevin wouldn't hurt him, he assured himself. He just couldn't manage to actually believe it. If Kevin was dumb enough to start this game without Vin's clear consent and without giving him a way to stop things, then could he really be trusted not to push things too far?
Fuck! Let me go. Please, just let me go!
Vin felt a finger run the distance from his balls to his anus, leaving in its wake a slick trail. At least Kevin was using lubricant. But, suddenly, Vin knew something wasn't right. The cool trail Kevin had made was suddenly becoming warm, very warm. What the hell kind of lube was he using?
Vin then felt a finger penetrating him, pushing into him, moving around inside. And he felt the same warmth growing within him. Another finger was added, pushing hard into him until Vin felt his whole body being shoved along the bed, until his feet were at the end of their tethers.
Then he heard it: a high-pitched buzzing sound. And he felt it: a sharp vibration against his ass. It pushed against him, hard until it found its way inside, the reverberations continuing, spreading up through him.
The waves of sensation seemed to increase the warmth of the lubricant, and the gentle heat soon began to burn. Vin felt Kevin's hand on his balls, and the heat grew there as well. Kevin pulled the vibrator in and out of Vin, thrusting it inside of him, moving the burning lubricant deeper into him until Vin felt like he was being packed with smoldering coals.
Everything burned and he struggled against the ties until they cut into his skin, but still he could not get loose and Kevin just kept thrusting that damned vibrator into him.
Ahhhhh! God, make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!
The burning continued and, impossibly, seemed to intensify. Vin's gut as well as the muscles of his legs began to cramp and seize. His head swam from the pain as tears streamed from his eyes.
Please, God, just let me pass out.
Unconsciousness would be a blessing, but Vin was damned to endure the torture. Suddenly, the vibration deep within him ceased. Thankfully. But, moments later, Vin felt something enter him again — no vibration this time, but thrusting just the same — and it was accompanied by a crushing weight against him: Kevin, he knew.
Damn you! Get off me! You godDAMNED, FUCKING SON-OF-A-BITCH! GET OFF ME!
Then finally, mercifully, it was over. Kevin lay limp beside him, but Vin could still feel the burning and he still struggled against the bonds. Kevin began to kiss him then, on his shoulders, neck and back. "That was totally intense, wasn't it?" Kevin asked, smiling, but not moving an inch to free Vin.
Vin twisted his upper body, screamed against the gag until, finally, Kevin unhooked the strap and pulled the rubber ball from his mouth.
His jaw ached, but it did not prevent him from yelling. "Untie me, you fuckin' bastard! Untie me! DO IT!!"
"Okay, okay! Hang on," Kevin finally said, first unlocking the handcuffs, and then unbuckling the ankle restraints.
Vin bolted for the bathroom. Whatever the lube-shit was he had to get it off his skin! Immediately. He turned on the shower, and, while he waited for the water to warm, he grabbed a washcloth. Wetting it in the stream, he plied the damp cloth to his crotch.
As soon as the water was hot, Vin adjusted it with the cold tap, and then climbed in. The water ran over him, but the burning sensation continued. He couldn't get the water where he needed it — between his legs, up, deep inside of him. Then he noticed the contraption hanging from the showerhead. It wasn't a shower massage, but, picking it up, Vin realized it was better.
There was a lever to divert the stream from the showerhead to the attachment and Vin flicked it. Water quickly filled the line, and then began to bubble out of the bulbous end like a drinking fountain.
Vin bent over slightly and, despite the burning and the cramping, bore down until the muscles of his anus relaxed. He then inserted the end of the attachment up, gently pushing the stream of water deep inside of himself.
The liquid was warm, but it felt cool compared to the burning of the lubricant. Still, Vin reached over and eased back on the hot water tap until the water gushing inside of him began to run just a bit cooler. He began to breath then, as the cramping of his gut and thighs started to ease, as the constant stream of water slowly washed the burning sensation away.
Vin had no idea how long he stood there in the shower, with the water running out from between his legs. He didn't care. He only cared that the burning was gone and that the water bubbling over his insides felt so damn good. He moved the enema attachment slowly in and out of himself, basking in the gentle, calming waves that laved his insides.
Once the cramping had finally ceased and his breathing had returned to normal, Vin considered turning off the water and only finally decided to do so because he really wanted to go home.
After turning off both temperature taps, Vin stood for a few minutes until all of the water drained out of him, then he stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel off the nearby rod. He wrapped it around himself, and then returned to the bedroom.
He found Kevin still there, still naked, laying on the bed, fondling himself. He smiled up at Vin. "Ready for more? You can do me next — if you want."
Vin stalked over to the bed, intent on hauling the bastard to his feet and then knocking him off of them. "You asshole!" Vin growled. "How could ya do that ta me?"
"Hey, hold on. What are you talking about? We were just having fun. No one got hurt."
"I got hurt. What the hell'd ya smear all over me?"
"Ben Gay," Kevin said, flashing a big grin. "Incredible feeling, isn't it?"
"No! You dumb fuck. God, I oughta deck ya for what ya did."
"Hey, no need for violence, pal," Kevin said, holding up his hands in surrender. "I didn't know I was hurting you."
"Of course not. When I tried to tell ya, ya gagged me! Ya never gave me an out. Hell, ya never even asked me if I wanted to be tied. Ya fuckin' raped me! I could bring ya up on charges for what ya did to me!"
"I didn't mean any harm. Really. All of Stacie's friends like this sort of thing. You said you were her friend, so I just figured—"
"Ya figured wrong! And I ain't one of her friends — I just came with her to that damn party. God, how can ya be such an idiot?!" Vin felt his knees begin to shake; hitting Kevin was no longer the most important thing on his mind. He had to get out of there. He needed to get away, to go home, to be alone.
Vin turned away from Kevin then, dropped the towel from his body and began to get dressed.
"Hey, Vin. I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you," Kevin began, and he sounded sincere, but Vin just ignored him as he pulled on his underwear and jeans. Kevin moved off the bed then and approached him. "Come on. A nice, slow fuck'll make you feel a lot better," he continued sweetly, but this only refueled Vin's anger.
He turned on the man and, with all his weight behind it, swung his right fist and connected with Kevin's jaw. The blond's head whipped to the side as Vin followed through with the punch, then he just stood there for a moment, with a blank look on his face, before crumbling to the ground.
Fuck!
He'd knocked him cold.
God damn it!
With a hand just above Kevin's mouth, Vin checked to make sure he was still breathing. He saw the man's chest rise slowly and a moment later felt the small exhale against his skin. Vin grabbed the animal-print throw from off the bed and covered Kevin with it, and then he found the phone and dialed 9-1-1.
When the operator answered, Vin didn't say anything. He didn't want his voice on tape. He simply banged the receiver on the top of the nightstand each time the woman asked a question. Soon he heard her say that there was an ambulance on the way. That was Vin's cue.
He laid the phone down next to the base unit, and then slipped on his T-shirt and boots. He checked around the room to make certain he hadn't accidentally dropped anything personal. When he was satisfied, he checked on Kevin again: he was still breathing.
Vin then walked out of the bedroom and out of the apartment, leaving the front door unlocked and wide open for the paramedics.
God-fucking-dammit.
What the hell was he doing with his life? Why did this shit always happen to him? Why couldn't he ever meet a nice, smart guy with a decent job who wanted a relationship and not some fucking tumble in the sack?
Because you're not fucking worth it, he finally reminded himself as he climbed into his beat-up Jeep and headed home to his run-down apartment.
~ fade ~
April 2001Please do NOT repost this story anywhere outside of the Blackraptor Fiction Website.
Characters from "The Magnificent Seven," were used without permission and this story in no way signifies support of, or affiliation with, The Mirisch Group, MGM, Trilogy Entertainment, or CBS Worldwide, Inc. The M7-ATF universe was created by Mog, and extra thanks go to her for allowing other people to play within it. The story itself and any non-Magnificent Seven characters belong to the author. This story will not be sold for any reason.
Thanks to my beta reader for all of her help and encouragement!
